Douluo: a deer

Chapter 110
The sword light was shining brightly, flattening the emerald green tree crown.

But at this moment, Jian Douluo was in a panic. Under his gaze, the forgiving figure stood up slowly.

Yan, out of bondage!
Not only that, but His lower body was also pulled out from the tree.

As soon as he got away, without saying a word, Yan shook hands with Sword Douluo, obviously wanting to avenge the sword just now.

"Aw!" There was another sharp cry.

The next moment, the space was shattered, Chen Xin's face was serious, he folded back and retreated, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and followed the power to escape.

As for the hard steel, without even thinking about it, he knew that it was impossible to fight. His most powerful sword was scraping others, and he would die if he didn't run away.

The blazing purple lightning dashed out again, over a distance of several thousand meters, Sword Douluo heaved a sigh of relief, and his figure faded away.

The next moment he appeared thousands of meters away, but when he turned his head and saw the figure flashing in front of him, he was speechless in a daze, and felt a chill down his spine.

Yan was looking at him quietly with eyes without any emotion.

Sword Douluo's throat was congealed and rolling, he was so anxious that he didn't even dare to breathe out, he saw the timing and suddenly drew out his sword.

In an instant, time flies!

It is the final seven kills - time!
Yan stood on the spot, as if he didn't bother to dodge. He watched the peerless sword approaching him, and even cut off his own flesh. He didn't frown at all, and his body was broken and restored repeatedly.

When he reacted, Yancai raised a trace of anger, and he returned to the crown of the tree, and the human sword skill turned back time.

This is playing tricks on yourself!
Yan soared into the sky, and the majestic divine sense scanned everything around him. Everything in Xiaomu City was in sight, and even further distances were also covered.

In Qingzhou, countless people raised their heads. They were terrified and unbelievable, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them just now.

The song of death is still being performed in the sky, more and more people begin to lose themselves, and young soul masters organize to gather the crowd.

The streets are everywhere, chaotic, shouting and shouting are frequent, and order has ceased to exist not long ago.

Sword Douluo staggered and flew down from an outer city, which was more than tens of miles away from Xiaomu City. He used the sword shadow to shuttle non-stop all the way, and his soul power had already been exhausted.

But even so, there was still a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Passing by a street corner, Jian Douluo looked at a shop owner with a grim face, and kicked a desperate beggar out.

"Help me!" The beggar's eyes were red, and he scratched his skin hysterically.

The pus-filled rotten flesh fell off piece by piece, looking extremely oozing.

The passers-by dodged one after another, and when the crowd dissipated, only Sword Douluo was still standing in the middle of the road.

He also wanted to step aside, so as not to be contaminated with saltiness.

But at this moment, the beggar rolled his eyes and threw himself on Sword Douluo.

Jian Douluo's face changed drastically, and he poured out his soul power, just about to shake the beggar away.

At this time, there was a strong force that restrained him firmly.

There was a strange smile on the beggar's sluggish face, emerald green tentacles burst out from his eyes, piercing Jian Douluo's flesh and blood fiercely.

"caught you!"

Yan's voice suddenly came from the beggar.

Jian Douluo's complexion changed drastically, and he secretly called out: "Not good!"

How could he not know what happened at this moment.

Unexpectedly, after fleeing so far, Yan still followed.

With the last trace of soul power, Jian Douluo's Seven Killing Sword condensed into a stream of sword brakes, instantly tearing apart the emerald green tentacles on his chest.

The strange thing is that Yan didn't stop him, Jian Douluo didn't think too much, his body faltered, and he immediately plundered into the distance.

It's just that he had just walked halfway, but his whole body suddenly felt colic, and his figure in the air suddenly stopped. He turned his head in disbelief, and his forehead was already soaked in cold sweat.

In Xiaomu City, Yan opened his long and narrow mouth into a small smile, and looked at Wuhundian and his party that suddenly appeared in the city.

He shook his head, and decided to kill the mouse that liked to escape just now, so his body submerged into the huge ancient tree again and melted away.

After several hours of growth, the ancient wood has eroded all the dragon veins in the land of Qingzhou, and all its boundaries can be reached with a single thought.

Just like at this time, Jian Douluo looked at the beggar in front of him as if he saw a ghost suddenly exploded, and as the splashed green juice slowly gathered, Yan's figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"What the hell is this?"

Jian Douluo felt deeply horrified, he had encountered many kinds of spirit beasts in his life, but none of them was more disgusting and difficult than the one in front of him.

Being pierced and restrained all over, Sword Douluo looked angry and unwilling, and the slightest movement would involve the lungs and flesh and blood, and he couldn't bear the pain.

He knew that the green tentacles just now had submerged into his body, growing in his body like a parasite.

And this thing is still absorbing his soul power continuously, so that he has no room to resist at all, otherwise Sword Douluo would have a way to untie the bondage just by relying on the sword brake in his body.

It's just that now, I'm afraid there is no chance.

Jian Douluo looked at the forgiving figure in front of him, took a deep breath, and Yan was also looking at him playfully at this moment.

"Humans, why don't you run away?"

"Run? Hehe." Jian Douluo raised his head, his eyes were fierce, staring fiercely at the monster in front of him.

If he couldn't beat him, he would run a der!Do you have to bring it up to expose his wounds?

"If you want to kill, you have to kill Xi Ting Zun!"

Sword Douluo raised his white beard, and his expression was extremely heroic.

He's making a fuss. Anyway, we can't beat him, so we don't want to.

He was most annoyed that he had slashed a sword with his own hand to let this pervert get out of trouble.

Now that Feng Shui is turning, it is true that if you don't die, you will not die.

"It's not so easy to want to die, you have other functions."

Yan shook his head, green light flashed in his eyes, and he saw that above the huge dynasty, the golden dragon had been cut off.

Feeling the increasingly majestic power in the body, Yan couldn't help laughing,

"Qi machine! I need more! Now it's only Qingzhou, I want the entire Dayan, or even the entire... continent."

"You!" Jian Douluo exclaimed, how can he not know what Yan is going to do, "You want to start a war!"

"That's right." Yan put his hands behind his back, a human-like fierce desire flashed in his eyes, "And you are my sharp sword."

Sword Douluo roared:
"I won't join forces with you!"

"Hehe, this is beyond your control." Yan suddenly waved his hand under Jian Douluo's frightened gaze.

Jian Douluo suddenly found himself lying on the ground uncontrollably, "See my lord!"

Then he covered his mouth in shock, unable to believe what he just said.

"What did you do to me!" Jian Douluo was anxious and helpless, his heart trembled in shock.

"It's just the authority to manipulate cloth..." Yan disapproved, "Next, not only you, but all the creatures in Qingzhou will be my dolls and tools for conquering the world."

"And tools don't require thought..."

"what are you going to do?!"

Yan smiled, and slowly walked towards him under Jian Douluo's frightened eyes.

(End of this chapter)